Kashyyyk

[Lieutenant Macleod]

Macleod had recovered his hearing now, but the pain was still intense. He lay in agony from the burns that covered his upper back. Macleod finally heard the familiar sound of a transport. It was just in time too, if he had been unconscious he would have been wiped out as the Defenders moved to finish the planet.

 

At least I know what kind of a leader Phillep is now.

 

Moments later he was on his way to the infirmary of a Star Destroyer. Macleod pushed the medics away. He had lost two elite pilots in that explosion. He would spill wookiee blood this day. Macleod ordered a Defender to be readied, and soon he was with his men over the planet of Kashyyk. He formed up with his men, and prepared to carry out the orders of the Grand Admiral.

 

Inside his Defender, Macleod struggled to supress the pain. He called on the Force that had saved his life, hoping it would help him concentrate. Though Macleod was untrained, he had enough rudimentary ability to ward of some the pain for a short time.

[Darth Immolatus]

The newly appointed officer begins dividing up the 2000 troops under his command at the time. He knew what his superiors wanted him to do so he does his best.

 

"500 troops, I want you guys on speeder bikes. 500 troops going throughthe trees in teams of fifty. The rest of you guys, come with me and we will get the Wookie princess. Scout troopers, I want you firing upon any Wookie hutts you see while all troopers in the trees, shoot at any wookies you see. Move out."

 

Evan headed out followed by his Venom troopers and his 1000 stormtroopers. He could hear the X1s stomping through the trees. He begins marching and is soon in the Wookie village with all his Venoms units. The 1000 stormies wait outside with their rifles pointed at the village. The High Colonel speaks to he Wookie princess.

 

"Princess. My superiors request your presence onboard the SSD Tiamat. There seem to be some Wookies who are disgruntled about your allegiance with the Empire. They bombed our newly built base and my superior believes they may strike here as well. I have brought a legion of troops here to escort us to a shuttle. Please come with us for protection."

[Wyhl the Hutt]

Comm to the Imperials.

 

We have not spoken since Rihven stepped down. We must discuss where our alliance stands, I would like it if you responded to this frequency. Thank you.

 

Lord Wyhl.

 

ooc: Comm me in the Bespin thread.

[Luvinnia]

*The wookiee smiled at the Imperial officer, then out of nowhere, she and her men jumped them. all of them were disarmed within 6 seconds. Luvinnia threw the commander to the ground and then placed her foot on his head.*

 

"Let me tell you how this is going to work. You are going to get off my planet. I will not go with you...any Imperial on the ground will be shot at by the Royal Guards, which let me say have yet to have missed a shot or gotten hit by a shot, will take out any and all Imperials in their sight. You your weak jackass body off my planet. If you want to destroy it...you can do it from your ship, but let my tell you this, you will not be able to take over and destroy this planet from the ground with out heavy casualties."

 

*Then she and her guards threw the Imperials out of her hutt.*

 

"The wookiees will not go down in histroy as Imperial teddy bears. I only hope that you fall from the Sith can be known as the same."

 

*She then walked back into her room and pulled up a map...showing her where the jedi hid the ultimate knowledge...useful to any and all Force Users.*

[David Shimenski]

Shimenski picked up a transmission from other units talking about the new base being bombed and Evans being attacked in the wookie village. After getting this message Shimenski and his troops fired on the two guildes, killing them both instantly.

 

"Alright guys, we have a situation, as your should know, you picked it up on you commlinks also. We will have to punish these wookies. Evan left 1000 storm troopers outside of the village. We will link up with them and storm the village, killing every last one of the that oppose us. Lets move out!"

 

Shimenski lead his men through the forest and met with Evan's unit and began making a plan. After thier plan was made 3 small covert groups entered the village. With the rest of the troops waiting outside. Shimenski lead his small group into their position as the other 2 were ready. They all planted their explosives and stood back. Shimenski radioed the other two groups, Alpha, Bravo, gogogo.

 

The differant places in Luvinnia's hutt blew up and the three elite groups of soldiers took their element of surprise and raided the hut. The wookie gaurds were caught off gaurd and were helplessly destoryed. At the same time the sizable 975 troops that didn't go covert the began to attack and raze the village.

 

Luvinnia, being the only living wookie left in her hutt had 25 pissed off Venom Soldiers aiming their guns at her.

 

"You can come quietly and you can live. Or you can try something funny and be killed. The choice is yours."

 

At this time the army of storm troopers were approaching the hutt and were engaging any of the wookie gaurds around it.

[John Skywalker]

OOC: Meant to Post as Phillep

 

IC:

Phillep turned to his Communications Officer who had just relayed the message from the Hutts. With a smirk, Phillep issued a highly encrypted reply.

 

"Casualty reports coming in from the field, Admiral." Phillep's eyes peered, "Very good, remind me to promote and commend Venom."

 

A sadistic smile spread across his face, "Wookiee Princess... you may resist, but you will never defeat the gruesome power of the Galactic Imperium."

 

He said the words primarily as a sinister mutter much to himself and a devious smile spread across the Bridge Crew within earshot.

 

"Send in more Ground Troops. 2000 more from both the Byss and the remaining troopers aboard the Relentless. Send in more Viper Automadons."

 

A pair of Transports immediately deployed landing to reinforce Kerry and Shimenski's men from further assault and to aid in the clearing of the Forests.

 

Comm to Kerry: Locate any useful information for the glory of the Empire, then lay waste to the Village and report back to your ship, the rest I can handle from here.

 

Phillep turned around from the viewscreen overlooking the green world and with a sick smile burst out into song:

 

Total slaughter...total slaughter

I won't leave a single walking carpet alive

 

La de da de die, Genocide

La de da de die, an ocean of blood

 

Let's begin the killing time...

 

Within a few seconds of catching the tune, a number of Bridge Officers followed suit and within a matter of minutes, the entire Charybdis crew burst into song. With anxious eyes, all Imperials in space burst into singing the chorus...

 

La de da de die, Genocide

La de da de die, an ocean of blood

[Darth Immolatus]

Evan hears his new orders as he picks up his E-11 from the smoking corpse of a Wookie. He walks into Luvies roiom and begins uplinking information from the computerto the Tiamat. once complete he blows the computer with a couple shots form his rifle.

 

"Lets go."

 

He leads the way as David oprodsLuviein the back and the 25 Venom Troopers keep their respective weapons trained on the Wookie princess while keeping a watch for anything moving to attack. As he gets outside, Evan sees 3000+ troops outside slaughtering Wookies. He could hear the scout troopers whizzing by and ordersthem to give lifts to the soldiers back to the shuttles.

 

Within an hour all ther troops minus the dead 150 are back abaord their respective ships. Evan reports to the bridge of the Tiamat with David and the fifty origignal Venom Troopers keeping Luvie detained with cuffs.

 

"Sir, here is the Wookie princess. All troops are off theplanet and files have been uplinked the Tiamatas ciomputers awaiting analyzation."

[Guest]

A spherical probe droid, measuring at about a foot in diameter, and bearing the symbol of the Elite Mercenary Unit, appears. As the droid's turbo-boosters die down, three small openings appear on the droid's top, and a couple of antennas and a wide-range scanner pop out. The droid then heads down to the surface of the planet.

[Luvinnia]

*Luvinnia didn't move. In her head she begins to understand the wisdom that was past down to her.*

 

"No matter what the dark side brings to your door...it will be turned around and be used for good. Evil agents can only be ised for good...and that is why they will fall."

 

*She could hear her fathers words echo through her head...and for all her troubles...she began to become in touch with the force. She could now see the glowing Arau of Kashyyyk. It was a bright yellow light to her...showing her something that she had never seen before...*

 

Sleep comes to take me now...I will leave this galaxy noty known as a great leader...but as an Imperial play toy.

 

*Her last thoughts went out to the jedi...and then...she faded and became one with the force...no longer apart of the galaxy.*

 

OOC: Sorry guys, But Luvinnia was around for one reason...to defend Kashyyyk. Now that I know it can and will never be able to be done, I take her away. I leave this planet to be one big fire ball, over and over again.

[Capt. Phillep]

OOC: Alas, it was a great pity. You cut off half of my great words, well, Au Revoir Luvinnia...

 

IC:

Phillep overlooked the wookiee princess as she was in her meditative trance overlooking her little world, "You should not really fret, I was going to..." as he turned to see the effect it would have in her eyes, she croaked.

 

As Phillep saw what just occured, a slight depression overcame him, "Alas men. I was looking forwards to placing a wookiee in captivity at the Coruscant zoo. Well, tell the genetic researchers they can't strip her DNA, I believe all children should know what a wookiee is, at least in captivity. It is a shame, she went *poof*."

 

As Phillep turned towards the viewscreen, he managed a slight smile, "Either way, your work men, was commendable. When this is over, Officer Shimenski, consider yourself raised to the rank of Commander. Now report to your ships, prepare for the assault on the planet and then we leave this world in shambles."

 

Booming across the vessels, unencrypted so any spy orbs in listening distance could pick up, Men... this mission was a succesful failure.

 

Catching a number of the soldiers off guard, Phillep signaled the Communications Officer, Highly Encrypted Frequency, Congratulations on a job well done, now raze this world to hell. Laughter and the Genocide song spread across the six Imperial vessels.

 

In unison, a barrage of turbo-laser fire emerged from the perched vessel and struck over the beautiful Forest World; a sign of the newfound Armaggedon to bring both fear and hope, no, mostly fear and misery across the galaxy.

 

Educated wookiee shamans saw the great onslaught and according to rare wookiee legends, in villages far from those of the Princess Luvinnia, such a sign was a sign of the great Gods unleashing their dormant fury. As doubt spread across the Followers and fear gripped the heart of the Shamans, bowel systems lost control and the wookiee villages were ignited by the massive hands of the 'Gods' in their evil and relentless fury.

 

A loud cackle was heard, from the Bridge of the Charybdis, there sat Phillep watching the ruthless destruction he had just performed. All the while the short song clattering loudly on all the vessels.

 

A hundred beams of intense fire engulfed the Shadowlands in unison from the Tiamat.

 

A hundred beams of intense fire engulfed the hidden villages in unison from the Cerberus.

 

A hundred beams of fire engulfed the Trees outside of the starport, striking at any lone survivors from the Relentless.

 

Sixty beams of fire punched holes through the atmosphere from the Korriban.

 

Sixty beams of misery struck down from the Heavens destroying all that remained of the once pristine world.

 

Breaking the peaceful reverie, a small Bridge Officer spoke to the Grand Admiral, "Sir, the forests... only forty percent remain. Damage calculations estimate the collapse of wookiee biodiversity and the loss of over a hundred species, including Tach and Kinrath."

 

A smile etched itself across the Admiral's face... "Lt., until the Forest is ash, the attacks shall continue."

 

Within an hour, all that remained of once precious Kashyyyk was a smoldering ruin, ash and not a single kilometer-high tree remained standing. Smoke flooded the atmosphere eclipsing the solar energy vital for life. The animals, if any managed to survive the Heavenly bombardment would die an excruciating, slow, suffocating death.

 

All the while, the evil man that is Admiral Phillep remained seated at his chair, with eyes overlooking the destruction. As the crew came to question his remaining sanity as a maniacal laughter flooded the Bridge from his thin frame, a single world escaped his palsied lips, "Endor."

 

And thus... a campaign of genocide and environmental disaster has begun upon an unsuspecting galaxy. But of course, he had one more important matter to pertain to, and that was how he was going to portray this on Holonet.

 

The Interdiction Field was ended, ships were free to come and go to the ruined world and the six Imperial vessels blinked into hyperspace.

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

A fleet of KVC Enterprises cargo ships land on Kashyyyk, coming en route from Kamino. The foreman, at Lord Correlli's express orders, unloads the ships- preparing the groundwork for the new resort's construction. A large clearing is made, encompassing several square miles.

 

Out of space, KVC Enterprises latest endevor arrives, transported by a series of hyperspace jumps, coming in a pair. The hyperdrive engines detach, remaining in orbit under the watch of KVC's ships. The huge cargo is lowered down the surface and reconfigured from there. Slowly, on eight titanic legs the size of a Coruscant tower, the cargo lifts itself up, rising over the chared land.

 

The two towering structure, clear like an overgrown greenhouse of heat retaining glassteel, and showing the internatl mechanics, step across the ruined, burned landscape. Modified from the design of the World Devistator, these benign giants are the reverse. These are KVC Enterprises new Terra-Titans: The latest invention from KVC Enterprises' mad genius steering the company's helm.

 

These devices were built to breath life into a ruined planet.

 

Assembled in deep space, these plants are designed with the efficiency of a domino layer. Instead of stripping a planet of resources, these giants lay down newly tilled earth miles at a time- first breaking up and refertilizing the new earth, then using a series of Kaminoian and Ithorian based bioplants to rapid clone and reproduce the native flora and fona of a planet, setting it into the soil. Pulling itself up, the beast lumbers on, reforming Kashyyyk to a semblence of its original native glory to be filled out again in due time.

 

The eight walker legs ensure stability as the transparent nature allows for solar heating and energy efficiency on the phototrophism required to keep the plants and protozoa alive. A carefully programmed central computer regulates and calculates the terraforming process- accounting for homeostasis in its shell, and the exterior conditions such as planetary climate. The ship is powered by life itself- drawing off the limitless energy of the living force. The intial growth is maintained at the outset, then regulated by a specially created force amplifying crystals- a unique hybrid of "magic" ((Though Kheldar would be loath to degrade his meticulous, empiracle handiwork in such terms)) and technology to channel this force power into the bioplants and interior workings of the machine, which create new life, drawing out new force energies- a prepetual recycling and life giving device, fed by additional solar heat and a back up fusion reactor. The process is similar to one memory Kheldar had from his past- the Force powered ANGEL Battery that adorned the old Midsengard academy, drawing off the force energies latent in the planet Merkava.

 

This device is not without its defenses due to the precarious nature on how its life giving energies could be put to another purpose- laying down bio weapons, and the sensivity of the top secret cores. There are a few hidden armorments to hold off attackers and even intrusions against itself by the wildlife it releases into the planet. Furthermore the advance of the Titan is guarded by a throw back to the Techno Union and Trade Federation armies- special droids built to protect the machine. As a final defense, the sensitive cores are meant to self-destruct if tampered with in the least. Despite the billions of dollars invested into their development, Kheldar realizes the deadly implications if they fell into the wrong hands. This is of course kept secret to all but KVC himself, the production crews having no idea how this miraculous life giving machine worked.

 

With in days, the two machines lay out hundreds, bordering on thousands of square miles of Kashyyyk jungle repopulating it as seen best from pre existing geological data.

 

The deed is finally done after uninterrupted days of work. The Terra-Titans are loaded up onto special repulsorlifts- super powered for the express purpose of transporting the Titans into orbit. The Titans reach orbit and are reconnected with their hyperdrive engines. They vanish into hyperspace, leaving no trace due to Kheldar's well designed engines. Slowly, the other ships, piloted by KVC's choice foremen, pull out. A skeleton crew is left on the ground to construct a new commercial resort center per the contract with Phillep.

 

Through vos Correlli's poltiical savey, brilliant technology, and bold risks in cutting deals with his (Secretly) idealogical nemesis, the verdant world of Kashyyyk is born anew.

[Goodwood]

It had been a great, long while since the machines of KVC Enterprises had worked their wonders of technology on the devastated world of Kashyyyk. In the time since then, the survivors of the native Wookiee population had come to gradually reclaim the newly rebuilt forests of wroshyr trees and kashyy vines. The only difference, which was something that only a native of considerable longevity would be able to discern, was the somewhat tamed nature of what was known as the Shadowlands. In the holocaust that had befallen this lush world, certain features had been destroyed -- though these features no longer played a part in galactic affairs -- and their baleful influence had been shattered along with them. As a result, the dangers of old would slowly begin to grow meek.

 

But the occupants of the manta ray-shaped craft then entering the atmosphere over the restored village of Rookworroo cared little of the planet-wide changes that had occurred. Well, almost all of them. For Ben'a Solo, owner and pilot of the Millennium Skyray, this village had once held a relic that he sought; a relic of his bloodline. As soon as he and his companions had left the unholy influence of the ysalamir-occupied world of Myrkr, he had regained the ability to enter the deep, meditative stance that allowed a Jedi to dwell on, and resolve problems much more effectively then normal people. After long hours of this, and of wading through extensive databases, he had deduced to whom that lightsaber had belonged -- his uncle, Anakin Solo.

 

But the Wookiees in the village, though they understood and appreciated what Ben'a was seeking, regretted having to inform him that the tree that bore Chewbacca's and Anakin's monuments had been destroyed. Though there was little doubt that the lightsaber, that itself had gone through many hands, on many worlds, had survived the cataclysm, it was almost certain to lie somewhere in the Shadows. In exchange for some credits, and supplies, a pair of the natives agreed to accompany Ben'a in an attempt to recover the weapon. Leaving the ship in the trust of his good friend, Aryian Darkfire, the Jedi Knight embarked, flanked by his Wookiee companions, into the depths of the forest world of Kashyyyk.

 

The Force flowed through him like a hurricane as he made the descent.

[razorfortherancor]

Zeb looked at the forests of Kashyyyk in aww. The young child had never seen a planet so green, even though he could tell that there were ruins all about him of a better time for this world. When they landed the young Zabrak eagerly followed Master Ben'a out of the ship, only to be told to stay where he was. The child looked out and saw Wookie's, he had never known where the Wookie's came from and was suprised to hear their language of grunts and growls spoken here. Probubly the only place in the galaxy that basic isn't spoken...

 

Zeb stopped his musing's of the planet when he realised something that had not fully hit him yet. He could feel the Force! The child smiled broadly, it's presence was just a whisper to him... a cool breeze on a hot day. Zeb did not need any explaination as to what this energy was, he just knew with his being that it was the Force.

 

Zeb hurried to find Aryian to tell him of this event, and possibly learn more of it. "Master! I can feel the Force! It's... Everywhere!" Secretly Zeb thought that being stranded from the Force on Myrker was the reason why he had suddenly became aware of it's presence, but he wanted Aryians imput before he rushed into any conclusions.

[Jurha Kahn]

Jurha stood outside on a landing pad grinning at the forest around her. She had been to Kashyyk briefly when she was younger, she had always wanted to come back, and now she had. Unfortunately not under better curicumstances.

 

Before Ben'a departing to the Shadow Lands Jurha had spoken to him with her hands on her hips.

 

"Four days!" she stated holding up four fingers, "Four days in which we have to get to Borleais, make plans, get rescources, and infiltrait Sanity's End. We shouldn't be wasting our time finding old family heirlooms as important as they may be. You've got one day find your uncle's lightsaber!"

[Goodwood]

((OOC: Just so you know, you're not really sure why I'm here, since I never confided in you the nature of my visions. And Zeb -- how old is your character?))

 

The descent into what was once the most wild and dangerous parts of Kashyyyk was a long one, and Ben'a spent it in contemplative silence. He needed the time to himself, in order to get reacquainted with his Force-sense; the two Wookiees that had accompanied him seemed to understand, as they too were keeping silent and still.

 

After about an hour of riding in the steadily lowering basket, the trio touched lightly down upon the moss and grass-covered ground. Though it was still daytime in this part of the forest world, the five kilometer-high trees had so darkened the sky, that is seemed like twilight. It wa a world of wonders for Ben'a; stretching out with his Force-sense, he was able to see for nearly a mile in front of him, with near-perfect clarity. It would not, as some would think, be a case of searching for a needle in a haystack, because the Jedi Knight knew that the item he sought would glow like a hot iron ingot to his senses. With his new friends following close, he began the trek.

 

Here and there, they came upon scattered evidence of the tragedy that had befallen this world. Though the Terra-Titans had done an admirable job of revitalizing the forest and habitat, no one was perfect; scorch spots and the burnt ruins of old wroshyr trees that had been centuries old at the time of their deaths could still be glimpsed at the bottom of the world. Neither had the famous Shadowlands predators recovered yet; twice, Ben'a came upon a handful of kinwraiths, and once a pack of katarns. But despite the keenness of the Wookiees that accompanied him to take on the challanges that presented themselves, he forbade them to do battle with the creatures.

 

"Leave them," he had said in Shyriiwook, "they are not yet numerous enough to hunt."

 

The elder Wookiee seemed to come to his senses, then; signalling his appreciation with a low grunt-and-mew. Ben'a knew that the Wookiees venorated the cycle of life, and knew enough about population control to see that killing the denzians of the Shadowlands now could put all of Kashyyyk in danger. But the search continued, until finally, the Jedi spotted what he was looking for; it was a bit of a climb before he reached it, though.

 

The lightsaber was, remarkably, still wedged into the surface of a fallen wroshyr-wood platform. Though the wood was heavily charred and splintered on the surface, the weapon still seemed to be stuck in -- both Wookiees took it in turn to try and heave it out, but to no avail. Nodding thankfully to them for their valiant efforts, Ben'a sent them back to the ground, and tried himself. The silver instrument was indeed stuck fast, but he could see the ignition buton just barely above the wood -- the Wookiees, with their oversized hands, might not have been able to activate it. However, it was no mean feet for Ben'a, either, but finally, he managed it. The beam activated with a muffled pop-hiss, and as soon as the Jedi began to pull, the violently violet blade eased out smoothly.

 

It projected a marvelous light, illuminating the forest floor for at least a hundred yards in any direction. Holding the lightsaber in his hands, Ben'a began to feel the power of the Force roar through him, accentuating his senses even further. Mearly holding this weapon, held by many heroes before, in their own day, increased the Jedi Knight's resolve to stay true to his calling tenfold. He would intensify his training for the battle that surely loomed ahead, intensely dark like the shadows that hid from this saber's light. For now, Ben'a Solo had finished his work on Kashyyyk, and, deactivating the weapon after about a half-hour off introspection, followed his Wookiee companions as they guided him, silently and swiftly, back to the world above.

 

It was nearing the end of the real sky's twilight by the time he had arrived back at the Millennium Skyray's landing platform. He was very pleased to see that both Jurha and Zeb were enjoying their reconnecting to the Force; they were both peering out, into the forest, but they weren't using their eyes...

 

"I have done what I came here to do," he announced without preamble. "We must leave soon."

 

And, entering the ship, he beckoned for his companions to follow. Once inside, he began the startup sequence for the repulsors and main engines, but didn't take off immediately. Instead, he sat in the pilot's chair, his uncle's lightsaber still in hand, and began to fall into deep meditation. His target was easily found within the Force, and once contact was established, he sent the man his message, unreadable to anyone else.

[Jurha Kahn]

Jurha boarded the Skyray and sat down in the navigators chair. Kashyyk had been beautiful and she had enjoyed talking to one of the port authorties with her limited knowledge of the local language. She had taught Jurha a few more words to add to her vocabulary and wished her luck.

 

But this had been a waste of time.

 

Jurha leaned against her elbow on the arm rest of the chair and watched Ben'a in the pilot's seat. Contemptable.

 

"Has anyone every told you, you're a pain to work with?" Jurha said in a bored drawl.

[Goodwood]

Jurha's bored statement threw Ben'a for a loop as he looked out of the Skyray's cockpit, still in his meditative repose. She was right, of course, they needed to get going, but she also needed to learn patience, and badly. But that was not his place; she was Aryian's Padawan, and he needed to mind her. And yet, all of them were his responsibility, in a way.

 

"As a matter of fact," he began with a chuckle, "no, no one has ever told me that." Everyone was ready in their chosen seats, and since there was no more purpose for him to stay here, he brought the ship up, and into the night sky. The forest world fell away as if in a dream as the ship rose higher and higher, leaving a distinct impression on the Knight as he tore himself away from the world's green and blue visage.

 

With a pull of the hyperspace lever, the ship and its passengers made the jump into deep space, heading for home.

[Ary the Grey]

((HOLYFREAKINGCOW!!!! I'm gone for ONE vacation, and you guys have a post blitz without me? I'm hurt...))

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

((lol))

 

Aryian, silent all this time, still remains to be silent. He remembers loading up the robo suit on Myrkr, as well as the controls for it(My toy.). And he also remembers that this is the wrong thread.

 

((ignore...*sigh*))

[Capt. Phillep]

A small and non-descript shuttle approaches at a rather odd vector for an beautiful creation by the brilliant minds at KVC Enterprises and its new owner and manager, the once-Admiral of the Galactic Imperium. But, while worked through Imperial channels and face to face diplomacy, the beauty of his resort on the newly reformed lands of Kashyyyk was very much in the hands of Phillep.

 

The shuttle landed and when he stepped out he found himself surrounded by those less than apt agents of the Empire, the likes of which became Receptionists, Cosmetologists, Hotel Management, Concierges, Cooks, and other such Hospitality and Self-Beautification endeavours, the likes of which, Commander Kerry did not care for and did not need. So, Phillep had made arrangements to house them here. A truly unlikely target for invasion, as it was, essentially and totally non-threatening and now not even a haven for the Empire. Phillep had made sure of that.

 

After a facelift, a massage and a tour of the Safari Resort in the Wilds of Kashyyyk, the former Grand Admiral knew it was time to open this place to the public... after all, the rich and glamorous needed some place to stay as the horrid tragedies that befell Coruscant continue to spread.

 

And with that, he placed a Holonet message with the vital information...

[Darth Dominus]

A small Miy'til fighter touched down on the wookiee planet. Nurgle remained in the vessel, and waited.

[Razortooth]

Kashyyk was a planet of profit for any Doshan. Bles Trium had been here many times on fortune seeking adventures. And he had always turned up profitable.

 

The Doshans shuttle drops down from hyperspace and lands next to Nurgles craft. The Doshan awaits his master to command him.

[Darth Dominus]

Nurgle stood before his apprentice. Their landing spot was hidden amongst the dense Kashyyk forest. But Nurgle still made sure to keep his thoughts open to the outlaying areas in order to sense approaching danger.

 

"Bles Trium. You are ready to begin your final task. Your first order, is to collect metal for your lightsaber. Metal may be hard to find here, but that is your problem. A sith lord would have no trouble completing such a task, I assure you. You may use whatever means necessary, but stealth is of the greatest importance. I have no desire for your task to interfere with my plans. I will be moving away from this area, find me upon the completion of this mission."

 

Leaving Bles to his work, Nurgle set off into the forest.

[Razortooth]

Why would the Sith God want his apprentice to find metal? And why Kashyyk? Was there metal on Kashyyk? If there was, Bles Trium would find it.

 

Wookie metalwork appeared to be the easiest solution to his mission. The Wookies primarily used metal to create their Ryyk Blades, as well as their bowcasters. And from what Bles could tell, their metalwork was flawless. It was strong and held up under intense pressure. The Wookies even used it to helplessly defend themselves against the warriors from their moon, Doshans. So that is where Bles would get his metal.

 

But Nurgle had told him to find the metal using stealth. He would have to keep his presence on this planet minimal, and known to the masses. But then how would he get the metal. Wookie warriors brought Ryyk Blades and other material into the Under Forest of Kashyyk. There they had to find defeat some creature to prove that they were adults. Doshans were not required to know wookie ceremonies, only how to kill them, and skin them.

 

Silently, Bles dropped down through the trees. He swung from branches and stood upon one, 50 ft from the ground. His eyes immediately adjusted to the darkness by switching to infrared vision. His hearing picked up sounds beneath him and he looked down to see 4 Wookie warriors waiting beside an lift. The Doshan Sith could see two Ryyk Blades on each warrior, and one carried a bowcaster. This would be easy enough for him.

 

Bles smiled as he drew his own Ryyk Blade and dropped in the middle of the warriors. Wookies were not warriors by nature, but their incredible strength, rivaled that of Doshans. The Wookie species also had razor sharp claws, but unlike Doshans, the carpets were too honorable to use them. They belied this was a sign of primitive instincts, and they tried to convince governments, they were not primitive. Thus their first action was to inspect the intruder. Their first mistake. Their second mistake was not running. Bles neeeded something from them, and would surely take it. Had they run, he would not have been able to chase them. The warriors of Kashyyk knew the terrain better than he did and could make better time.

 

Upon impact, his knees bent and his Ryyk Blade slashed out. First contact was made with the knee of a Wookie. Blood spilled out and soaked into ground. The leg flew to the side and the warrior fell over sideways, crippled by pain. The hunter quickly noted the Wookies face, before turning his attention to the second. This one had wisened up, and drew his own Ryyk Blade. But this Wookie apparently was not very trained in the use of his blade.

 

The blade shot straight out and Bles laughed. Claws clutched at the Wookies arm, burying nails deep into fur and flesh. Muscles tightened as he jerked the Wookies arm sideways, snapping it out of place before shoving his curved Ryyk Blade into the gut of the dead carpet. Two down, two to go.

 

The third was the one with the bowcaster. Bles had more training with a bowcaster than this fellow. But he did know how to use it. Bles felt a brief pain in his back, but it was through the Force. the pain had not become him. The Doshan sprialed around and caught the metal shaft in his hand. He felt the cool metal of the bolt and knew exactly what to do. He dropped to his knees and his hand flew open. The metal shaft flew from his claw and impacted with the face of the wookie. One more to go.

 

this Wookie felt different. He felt like bles himself but much weaker. He was Force-sensitive. The Wookie had potential to become a Jedi, or Sith. He had potential to be a great warrior, to defend his people, or betray them. But a true Doshan warrior would not give him that chance, and neither would Bles.

 

But he wanted to try something different. He needed to learn some more about the Force. A Doshan needed to know how to inflict physical punishment, perhaps the Force could be used to do this as well as a muscle or blaster could.

 

The hunter felt out through the Force and began searching. He searched for a way to inflict pain. A way to cause damage to the Wookies structure. Perhaps breaking a bone. Perhaps, blindness. Blindness would only help gain an advantage. Bles wanted to cause pain. So a broken bone would be good.

 

The Doshan felt through the Wookies body. Began feeling for a weakness in the Force. Then he realized, feeling the bone would do not good. All parts of a bone felt the same. He would need to see the bone, see the weakness. So he changed his perception of the Force. Instead of feeling the bone, he began to see a white glow eminating from the bone. Then there it was, a golden hue in the middle of the bone. The right femure to be more specific, but it was there. And suddenly it snapped. From nowhere the Wookies arm was broken and he was on the ground reeling in pain. But Bles decided to end it quickly. He was getting bored.

 

With the bowcaster and several Ryyk blades in hand, the Doshan set off to find Nurgle. Within a few minutes, the Doshan landed next to Nurgle.

[Darth Rhekath]

((OOC: Sorry, Ive been out of it for a little while. Should I just assume that im here too?Ill edit this post if so... ))

[Darth Dominus]

OOC: You should post landing in your own ship, and find Nurgle.

 

IC: While Bles had been away, Nurgle had been busy. Using his lightsaber, he cut through many of the nearby trees, and constructed a makeshift forge for his apprentices to work at. Bles returned with the necessary items.

 

"Impressive, I'm sure you enjoyed your task. The next step his to shape those blades into the lightsaber casing using this forge. You may choose your own design. Just make the outer cylinder, the inner components will be more difficult. You must make the cylinder perfect, or the saber will not ignite properly. You must use the Force, and your raw strength. If you have learned what I have taught you, you will know how to properly combine them."

[Razortooth]

Constructing the weapon that would end millions of lives, on a world that the Doshan had begun his killing on. What could be more fitting? The beginning of a new age for Bles. Once he had constructed his saber, he would not longer be merely Bles Trium, Doshan Bounty Hunter. He would be Bles Trium, Sith warrior. The Sith would bring new life and respect to his species. But first, to finish his weapon.

 

The Doshan turned his head toward the forge. He could feel the fire burning within the forge, as well as himself. Both fires burned with a passion. Both untamed and full of potential. One for creative purposes, the other for destructive ends. Both would combine together and make one work of art. One lightsaber.

 

Bles knelt before the raging inferno, and stared into its fiery gaze. It held him, captivated by its passion. His mind began to question his assignment. How would he use this fire, and all the weapons he stole, to create a casing for his lightsaber? And how would he know it is right? And how should he shape it? What would happen if when he began to form the shell, it turned into mush? Soon answers began to flow into his mind, easing the questions that had erupted through his brain.

 

Just begin....

 

Use the fire as your allie.....

 

Release the darkside within...

 

It will help you...

 

Create me...

 

It was then, that Bles Trium, truly fell to the darkside. His will surenderred and he opened his heart to the raw energy of evil. He felt it pour into him from all directions. From the heart of Kashyyk, form the hearts and actions of the Wookies, and from the rage of all Doshans on the nearby moon. But most of all, he felt it flow from Nurgle. The Sith God easily bled away the darkside and it absorbed into the apprentice. He felt it surge into him, giving him strength. So he used that strength.

 

The Doshan concentrated and began to call upon the darkside energy within himself. He felt it seep from within. The energy seemed like a looze, covering his hand, to keep the flames from licking at him. but he could still feel the pain. But it did not harm. And the metal began to form.

 

Using the darkside, Bles began to manipulate the metal within the forge. He could feel it bending to his will, forming at his lightest touch, yet not knowing how it would turn out. The darkside was truly at work within his heart.

 

............................................................................................................

 

Wookies across the planet all felt shivers run down their spines. It was as if an evil had somehow, entered their very souls and gave them an intimate fear. And they should fear. They should have cowered in fear, and left the planet. For havoc would soon control this world. Havoc, that only the darkside could bring.

 

From above, it seemed like two Wookie warriors keeping a fire going, by throwing in sticks. But in reality the Doshan, Bles Trium had finished his lightsaber casing. He felt it ring true and he began to remove his hand from the forge. Had the darkside not protected his hand, curely it would have been gone hours ago. But instead, he only felt intense pain, pain on a scale he had never felt before. And it made him stronger.

 

Orange eyes inspected the hilt of his lightsaber and questioned it. Had he broken the hilt already.? Why was it bent? Then once more, answers flowed into his mind, quieting the questions.

 

not broken............

 

merely unique...........

 

you will understand with time..............

 

For I am yours...........

 

The hilt was curved, resembling a former counts lightsaber. Spiraling around the hilt the inscription:

 

True power lies within was writteni n a odd mix of ancient Sith and Doshan text.

 

Around the inscriptiom, representations of ancient Sith battles, and Doshan hunts were depicted. It seemed that this saber would be a testament to the blending of two different cultures.

 

Now extremely exhausted and full of pain, Bles Trium turns to his master and focuses his eyes upon the sickly individual. He falls to his knees and holds his saber casing before the God in honor of him.

 

"MAster, I have completed this task. What do you wish of me?"

[Darth Dominus]

Nurgle examined the hilt, checking over it thoroughly. Anything less than perfection and the Doshan would have to start all over. But Bles used his training well, the hilt was flawless.

 

"Now you forge the crystals. Jedi find their crystals in caves or some such nonsense. But Sith bring them forth through anger and hatred. You've proven your mastery over the Force, now prove your mastery over the dark side."

 

An image was released into Bles's mind from Nurgle's detailing the interworkings of the lightsaber.

 

"Add the inner components, and the newly formed crystal into the cylinder from the image I have given you. Then present it to me, before igniting it. Do this, and I will make you a Lord of Sith."

[Darth Rhekath]

Rhekath, Having encountered a band of troublesome wookiees after landing, Approached his Sith master. He did not apologize or make excuses for his tardiness. Instead he dropped to a knee as he addressed the elder sith.

 

"What is Thy bidding, my Master?"

[Razortooth]

Doshans were not known for artistic ability or craftsmanship. They were merely known for brute strength and stupidity. They were born warriors, relying only on their strength to win battles and conquer others. But Bles Trium would and could change all beliefs about his species, in one act. By creating this lightsaber, all beliefs about Doshans would change. So thus it began.

 

Bles turned once again to the forge and knelt before it. But this time he was not forging something that was not shaping metal. This time he was creating something merely from anger and hate. He was creating a mere crystal, this mere crystal would power a weapon purely designed for death and destruction.

 

The Doshan hated many things in this universe. Wookies, humans, life, love, and many other things. These things gave him the urge to vomit, and strike out at the galaxy. And this lightsaber would allow him this ability. So his work began. Already he could feel the power of the crystal in his mind. He could feel it speaking to him and knew what it wanted. The Doshan heard how the crystal wanted to be formed, and would fulfill its desire.

 

From within the flames, a shine could be seen. It reflected the fire of the forge into the Doshans eyes. His pupils basked in its shine and watched as it grew. His rage fueled the fire, and the growth of the crystal. Soon it became an orb of fire. But something compelled him to thrust his hand around the orb. Maybe it was the darkside, mayybe it was Nurgle, or perhaps its was the orb itself. But the Doshan listened. His scaled hand was thrust into the fires of hell and soon a pain like no other was upon. His fingers grapsed around for the orb and it welded to his hand like expected. But then what happened was not.

 

Something told him to release his grip and remove his hand from the fire. Something told him his hand would be fine. How could it be fine, pain like no other had ran rampant through his body. But he listened to it. again what was it. His hand slowly ran from the flames, he felt the last of the flames lick his hand as his fingers left the forge. And his hand was pain. thew Doshan turned his hand over and saw only a few scales missing from his palm. It seemed the orb had only wanted to take part of him with it.

 

Then the fires of the forge went out. The great forge that Nurgle had constructed for Bles was used up. It had consumed far more darkside energy than had been intended. It was burnt to a crisp, leaving nothing but a few ashses to remind Bles and Nurgle of his triumph. In its place, buried among the ashes, was a perfect crystal. Within the crystal, one could see the fires of Hell, burning brightly, creating an eerie green glow. but it was perfect. No imperfections in the crystal.

 

Bles had all the pieces he needed to create his saber. But only how to make it. That would take quite awhile, and the Doshan was already exhausted. the crystal had taken lots of energy to forge. But he would do it. The farther he pushed himself, the stronger he would be. So he began his new task.

 

Sweat rolled down his face he eyes were set upon the body casing of his saber, the the pearl octagonal faced crystal. But the first step, was to instal the necessary components of his lgithsaber. First was the power core. The item which would send electrical current racing through his saber. This was perhaps the second most important piece of the saber. If this piece malfunctioned, the saber would explode, rendering him without his hand or hands. Thus he needed insulation, enough insulation yto protect it from over powering.

 

After 3 hours of careful placement, and study. The lightsaber almost finished. The only piece left, was the crystal he had formed in the forge. By placing that one piece, his saber would be finished and death would begin to take its rightful place in the galaxy.

 

Bles placed the final crystal into the hilt and sighed. He had placed all the pieces in place. Everything was set. Now the only thing that needed to happen would be to ginite the saber.

 

"Master. I am ready."

 

Bles slides his finger along the activation sud and waits. A lifetime seems to pass as they waited. Then it happened. In one sweeping motion a dark green blade slithered from the hilt. Green fire had erupted from the blade.

[Darth Dominus]

Nurgle motioned for Bles to hand him the weapon. His apprentice obeyed, giving Nurgle the newly formed lightsaber. Nurgle examined it carefully, but did not ignite it himself. A Sith's blade was his own, and no one had the right to tamper with it. Nurgle returned it to Bles.

 

"It is a fine weapon. You still have much to learn, but you have already ascended far beyond the level of a Sith Lord. Therefore, I now declare your training complete. You are officially a Sith Lord and all that that entails, do what you will with this new power. I am obligated to give you help should you ever have need of me. You know how to contact me, we will forever have a bond. I suggest you find what you are looking for out there and return to me when the time is right."

 

Nurgle left Bles with those cryptic words. He would let the Doshan do with them what he would. Bles was a Lord of Sith, just as Nurgle had promised. It was now time to turn his attention to the still kneeling Rhekath.

 

"Bles has completed his training. He beat you, he performed better. You already recieved some training, I can't hide my disappointment. I have my doubts if you are ready to advance to the next level. Do you think you can take the trial, and forge a lightsaber? If not, we continue with the training, but if you think you can, I will give you a chance to become a Sith Lord now. However, if you do not complete the tasks I give you to my satisfaction there will be severe retribution. What say you?"